Barbarians Walls Fucked

Rome’s antient walls with faces emblazoned

Names considered graffiti now famed signatures

Progression of ages, processing gold to lead

Ardent flames o’ersaw Empire’s best

Symbols of better, nobler days

Ladies myriad: wives, wardens, soldiers, goddesses, dryads

All kinds world to fashion and fill:

Wrenched breast-succour’d babes, thence to smother

Overmothering Emperors into neurotic degeneracy.


Poisoned enemy and lover alike with cyanide wine

Claudius’ mother one suchlike

Blackened hemlock potables

One lacking scruple consumes in midst

With frightful delight, slitted felineyes drinking caprices

Suitor’s choking face, purple as the kingly vestments he wished to grace.


Among serpents and sable widow spiders

Prized as one skilled highly

Plaudited torturer wearing breast bare styled Medean

Swanning a mead-maddened Maenad, hymning wineful Dionysus.


Great dustrising as of steaming geyser, showercap-shape of miasm

Walls in parts rubbled to scree

Scrabbled over by sceaming Gauls

Hun leaders beckoning all manner of rabid barbarians through the breach

Deadshot Tartars in Phrygian caps elapse quarrel’s allotment.

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